I feel like this week was one of those monumental weeks, filled with Supreme Court rulings and filibusters and bright pink sneakers. It’s the sort of week that I’m sure kids will read about, decades from now. For me, this week was monumental for another reason as well. One year ago today, I had brain…
Rand and I went to Miami and Boston for a few days last month. Rather than lug my camera, I decided to just take photos on my cell phone. I’m not entirely sure if I’m pleased with the results. I suspect that I won’t leave my Canon at home again. – I moved to Central…
Like most couples who’ve been together for way, waaaay too long, Rand and I have started seeing things the same way. I am acutely aware of how obnoxious this is for our friends and relatives. I will walk in to a room, and make an observation (“Hey! They have dry-cured olives! I love dry-cured olives!”),…
– I think about alternate timelines a lot. About the infinite number of things that had to happen, of decisions that had to be made, for this reality to come about. What if I had taken side streets instead of the freeway that one time I drove home in 2006? What if we had eaten…
– I can hear them. Their shrieks and cries reverberate against the stone walls. They are far enough away that their wails are less ear piercing than normal – I wince at them, but the noise alone is not enough to render me immobile (as I know it can in closer proximities). Occasionally, I hear…
Happy Solstice, everyone! I hope you are celebrating by eating goats and procreating and worshiping the sun (confession: I don’t know how people celebrate the solstice). I’ve got an old friend in town (she’s running the Seattle half-marathon this weekend), so we’re going to enjoy the longest day of the year by eating everything in…
I have exciting news. Okay, maybe it’s not that exciting. I mean, I think it’s pretty great news, but I get excited over some silly stuff. Like whenever a vending machine messes up and drops two of whatever candy you selected. Or that time that Rand and I went to a video arcade and the…
The first time Rand and I visited Sydney, we ate at the Opera House restaurant (at the invitation of conference organizers). Our meal was absurdly posh and beautiful. Later, every one of us who partook in the oysters at dinner (myself, and a few other miserable souls) got a wicked case of food poisoning. As…
I recently saw a movie on the flight back from Paris called Beginners. I really loved the style of the film, which played out in a series of flashbacks. You can see what I mean in the movie trailer. I decided to emulate it in this post. It gets a little weird. I promise: tomorrow…
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